he doesn't know it yet but those eyes
lit up like twinkling starlight when she
goes through- he doesn't know it yet
but the way he talks about every little thing
and the night before this day- his heart always sings
he doesn't know it yet but the way his gesture bent
to shyness and his voice bows down to smoothness-
to she's around- he doesn't know it yet but the trees
and the honeybees- the sea and the sky- the mountain
and the fly- the stars the moon and the sun and i-
already know- that he- loves her so- as to why
tears starts to flow
YOU ARE READING
The Life I've Lived
PoetryA series of emotions that I have felt and is still feeling through poems and poetry. Not a professional writer just a bunch of bottled up emotions. It is honestly a relief that I finally get to express myself in an "aesthetic" manner. lool
